Chapter 323

When he first met him, he thought that the big man was teasing him.

Because he never believed that the nobles above would like the "bad words" popular in underground prisons, not to mention that some nobles would spend their time writing new "bad words". Even if they did, Hom did not think that they would be much better than him.

After all, he's the champion of the dungeon.

When Hom finished reading all the three letters, he found that the song was just Perfect to terrible!

After reading the lyrics of the whole song, two words "Rhyme" were thoroughly implemented. At the beginning, Hom just tried to read it once. After reading it thoroughly, he felt a kind of heartfelt feeling.

Hom has always believed that the music form he sings comes from the underground prison, and he has won the underground prison Championship several times in a row. It can be said that he is the best in Nolan at the level of "lousy words".

So Hom also thinks that his songs are the best, only those Nolan audiences don't know how to appreciate and just want to immerse themselves in the boring opera.

But when Hom saw the song, his last poor self-confidence was completely shattered.

If Hom can be called a king or champion over "lousy words", then the person who wrote this song It can be called God!

A nobleman would like this music form, and Far better than him?

The fact was in front of Hom, who put down his only pride and began to practice the song.

But when Hom began to practice according to the tune of the song, he found that the difficulty of the song was also terrible.

He didn't sleep all night last night. Under the dim light and the pain caused by bruises, he began to practice the song crazily.

But The speed of speaking is too slow to find the sense of language. The singing of this word is not in line with the music tune

Hom encountered numerous problems in practice. Even if he came to the background of the singers in the world today, he still had many problems to solve.

"Damn it It's not like that. "

Hom tried again, but got stuck in the last part. He covered his forehead with his hands.

Fatigue and physical pain hit him. In order to get a little closer to the God, Hom didn't sleep all night and spent all his energy on this song.

"There's still time."

Hom calmed himself down. He took a deep breath and looked at the last part of the letter again. He simulated the accompaniment of music in his mind, preparing for the hundredth attempt he did not know.

But before he could speak, he saw someone standing in front of him.

Hom raised his head. The bruise that had been beaten by two orcs yesterday has not eased at all today, which makes his left eye unable to open, so he can only see the other side clearly with his right eye.

The man standing in front of Hom is undoubtedly a "big man." The big guy Hom couldn't afford.

"Here you are."

Roya threw the money bag directly in front of Hom's feet, which made him stunned. He looked at the money bag and suddenly remembered that he had met the "big man" yesterday.

"I promised you didn't come here for this? There are ten gold coins in it. Take it and leave as soon as possible. This is not the place where you should stay. "

Roya looked up and down at hom. Today's Hom looks even shabby and untidy than yesterday. Except for his patched clothes, his bruised cheeks are frightening enough.

If such a person is allowed to appear on farosi's stage, unless it is to play a certain kind of clown, it is totally a kind of slander to the audience.

The rule of this semi-final is that two players must be on the same stage, even if one player sings, the other must stand on the stage to listen.

Roya does not allow himself to have an interfering clown on the stage when singing opera, which will degrade his singing quality.

No one in smart clothes wants to stand with a beggar.

Hom didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer. He lowered his head and continued to look at the three pieces of paper in his hand.

The rule of survival at the bottom of squirrel street is rooted in his heart, that is, don't fight against the "big men.".

But Homer didn't want to leave. He went back on his word Therefore, he can only look down and ignore it, hoping that the great man can regard his silence as "acquiescence".

And there was not much time left for her, so he had to work hard.

"Give me an answer." But Roya was not cheated by Hom's tricks. He had just been played by helolea, and he was not in a good mood.

And a poor man at the bottom ignored him, which further ignited the anger of Roya.

He looked at Homer without even looking at him. He just fixed his hand on the writing paper.

This completely angered ROA, who grabbed the letter from Hom's hand and threw it directly on the ground.Because Hom had too much power to hold the letter, and Roya's action was too rude, the letter was directly torn in two, half of which fell to the ground, and the other half was held by Hom.

For a moment, Hom finally looked up.

"Have you thought about it?" Roya continued.

In an instant, the little mouse could not control his temper and wanted to stand up and rush to Roya, but was stopped by the theater attendant who rushed out from there.

"Mr. Joshua tells you that this is not the time for revenge." The theatre attendant whispered in Hom's ear.

This sentence completely calmed Hom down, and several other attendants also went to Roya's side and told him that it was time for him to take power.

"If you show up on stage, you'll regret it."

After leaving the last warning, Roya walked directly onto the stage, stepping on the writing paper on the ground as he walked through the stage.

As soon as the theater attendants released Hom, Hom ran to the letter paper that had fallen on the floor, put it together, and tried to put it back together again.

But the handwriting on the letter paper is a little fuzzy, and with a gray and yellow shoe print, the lyrics of the last part of the letter are even more illegible.

What makes Homer nervous is He is the last part, which has not been fully mastered.

"It's time to go on stage."

The attendant of the theater came to Homer, who was kneeling on the ground, and whispered

Hom's hands looked at the three pieces of paper that were about to become waste paper. His hands and feet were heavy and cold as lead, and his lips trembled.

But urged by the theater attendants, Hom packed up the writing paper on the ground, put it in his pocket, and walked on the stage with difficulty.

When he came to the stage, the whole auditorium had been filled with warm cheers, but the cheers were not for him, but for his opponent.

The noble opera writer, who was from faroux, seemed to be a loyal audience of many noble girls present.

With a gentle smile on his face, he faced the audience, where several girls screamed.

His smile stiffened slightly for a moment when he saw Hom staggering onto the stage, standing in the same light projected by the protolith, but not for long.

There is a huge contrast between the two players on the stage. One is a famous aristocratic Opera artist of fallow The other doesn't look like a civilian.

"Roya, it's not the first time we've met."

As a judge, sir Bauhinia began to sing to the young opera man to greet.

"Yes, I remember the last time I saw you was at a party hosted by the farosi playwrights, sir white wattle." Roya's answers were very appropriate.

"So what are you going to sing this time, as one of farosi's youngest opera writers?" Sir Bauhinia went straight to the subject and asked him.

After Roya answered a piece that Hom had never heard of, sir Bauhinia turned around and began to ask about him.

When asked about Hom was in a state of extreme tension, he was certainly not as elegant as Roya, and when Sir Bauhinia asked him what he was going to sing.

Hom, holding the protolith with a strong inscription, hesitated for a moment, then said only two short words.

"Rap."

"Rap? A form of music that you have never heard before, so I'm looking forward to your next performance. "

As Sir Bauhinia said this, Hom suddenly heard the sound of Laughter.

It's a mockery, it's a matter of course Although the last words of Sir white wattle were well intentioned, they were totally humiliating to the audience.

The show started soon. Today, the goddess of luck seemed to favor Homer. In the process of tossing coins to decide who would perform first, he won the chance to play later.

It also means that Hom has a song time to adjust his heart rate.

And Roya's singing soon began in the soothing accompaniment.

This great man from the nobility is not that kind of waste, he is really powerful The songs he chose, even if Homer, a layman, felt very difficult.

There are too many high notes!

In order to cooperate with his singing, the lighting of the whole stage is constantly changing. Under the soft and silent light, the whole performance is gorgeous.

But in this beautiful performance, the only person who appears to be somewhat abrupt and even eye-catching is Hom standing not far from the singer.

Hom's shabby dress and his bruised face didn't match the scene on the stage.

But he can only stand here, stand on this stage, and can't go there.

So Roya's performance is over, the girl's screams and the audience's applause ring out. The young opera singer has received due appreciation for his excellent singing.On the screen behind him, the number of votes he got was rising to over 23000.

In the semi-final voting, the audience can choose one player in each round. While Roya's singing has won the appreciation of the audience, many audiences think that the poor boy's singing can't win such an excellent opera player.

The scales of victory seem to have begun to tilt.

"Thank you." Roya bowed to the audience and then looked at hom on the other side with a slightly abusive look.

At this moment Hom knew that it was his turn at last, and the host came over and handed him the protolith with the megatonic inscription.

Hom's legs trembled a little toward the front of the stage, his eyes looking at the audience sitting on the stage.

The cheers and applause stopped at this moment, and Hom felt the questioning eyes from all sides. The booing of the audience in the last game seemed to reverberate in his ears.

His hand holding the protolith trembled, but the accompaniment began to ring at this time.

Must sing! Hom put his mouth in front of the microphone, but His brain is blank!

He Forget the lyrics! All the lyrics!

The accompaniment had been going on, and he had reached the point where he should have started singing the first line, but he found that he could not sing it at all.

The audience's questioning eyes turned to disdain, and the huge pressure surrounded him, and Hom felt a little faint and nausea in his head.

Finally, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, and the first line of lyrics turned into vomit.

On this stage, he vomited what he had eaten in the morning, and the whole person fell to his knees.

Instead of booing him this time, the audience jeered.

"Is this the clown from the organizer?"

"This kind of performance should not be on the stage."

"I've heard him sing yesterday. I really shouldn't be on this stage."

All kinds of arguments poured into Hom's ears, and he vomited out all the acid in his stomach, but his mind became clear.

He listened to the sarcastic voice from the audience. The emotion in his heart was not fear and cowardice, but Anger, no The thing far above anger is hatred.

What It's called not appearing on this stage?

Hom clenched his fists The scene of practicing that song yesterday flooded into my mind.

The song I practiced yesterday is much better than that guy's song. It's a thousand times and a hundred times better!

You bastards who don't appreciate it!

The hatred that filled Hom's heart became his driving force.

He has to sing that song! Sing to these stupid guys and tell them that there is more than just opera in the world!

And his favorite rap is a hundred times better than opera!

He has to tell these ignorant people.

Driven by hate, Hom held up his left index finger and pointed high up in the direction of the sky above the Nolan National Theater.

The voice of ridicule stopped. The figure who was still vomiting just now stood up unsteadily. His eyes were no longer in fear, but full of a kind of frightening anger.

"One more time."

Only one person in the whole theater understood the meaning of Hom's action, that is, Joshua.

At the beckoning of Josh, the music came again.

Hom raised his "microphone" in his hand. At this moment, Hom swept all the audience in the audience with fierce eyes, everyone who had just laughed at him.

"Listen!"

Hom's powerful voice reverberates throughout the Nolan National Theatre, in front of the "television" audience.

His voice doesn't sound like the gentle singing just now, but contains boundless anger. It seems that he wants to hold someone and force him to listen to what he says!

Once again, Hom raised his index finger at his audience.

"If you have a chance to accomplish everything you once dreamed of, in this moment, do you want to seize it or let it slip away?"

When he finished his opening remarks, the singing officially began, and powerful drumbeats rang throughout the theater.

"His palms are sweating, his knees are soft, his arms are heavy..."

Hom began his own singing with hate and anger, and he was ashamed of his cowardice on stage.

If the "author" of this song is here, he will be very disappointed to see him here.

"He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. He choked and everyone was laughing at him!"

Hom himself can be looked down upon by anyone, but he does not allow this song to be looked down upon by others!Therefore, he must interpret the song perfectly on this stage, not only to make the audience realize that rap is not a "shady thing", but also that he does not want to disappoint the author of the song!

"You'd better let go of the music. At this moment, you win it, you'd better never let it go! You have only one chance. Don't miss the chance to detonate the crowd! "

This is Hom's last and only chance to prove to everyone in the world that his favorite music is the best.

The tight drumbeat on the stage and the angry voice of Hom completely awed all the people.

Sir Bauhinia was completely stunned.

Murderous, he felt the boundless murderous spirit in the poor boy's singing.

Hom's brow was swollen and his face was filled with anger.

On the stage, he is not only singing, but also venting his emotions which he has accumulated for a long time, telling all the audience that "the music he likes will not be lost to anyone!"

This kind of almost vent style shouting and roaring should have made people sound angry.

But the lyrics he sang There is a kind of inexplicable rhythm. With the drum beat of music, the white wattle Jazz sounds very comfortable, and also has a feeling of venting.

"This opportunity is only once in life..." Carolie quietly listened to Homer's murderous singing, but she looked to one side of Qiao Xiu. "I heard a lot of words in his lyrics that I couldn't understand. For example, there was a name like candy, Mr. Joshua Did you write this song

"No, I didn't write it." Joshua shakes his head and denies carolie's problem. The author of the song is not Joshua, but Joshua also denies the fact that he helped Hom.

"It's a great song. It sounds like It's more comfortable and It's a lot easier. "

Caroline looked again at Homer, who was struggling to follow the rhythm of the song on the stage, and finally gave a relatively shallow evaluation.

"Yes It's great for people to vent. " Said Joshua.

"Vent But the lyrics are actually about a person who is in a very difficult situation, right? Is it about himself I don't know how many of them are in farosi who pour everything into music and get nothing in return. "

Caroline seemed to think of something, muttering to herself.

"Maybe he himself, but the lyrics of this song also represent each of us, and I believe he will pay off. His singing is far better than I thought."

Josh has heard the original feeling in Hom's singing, and he has mastered the song thoroughly.

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